Losing you Blog Tour

After a tragic accident, aspiring pro-surfer Brad Morris, leaves his hometown of California to try to forget his pain. Unable to swim or surf since his loss, he focuses on a new career as a car mechanic and restorer. After years of struggling, Brad finally agrees to get help and attempts to gain back the parts of himself he lost that day in the ocean.

Colton James gave his all to his partner, Ben, but his all wasn’t enough. Dumped after buying Ben’s dream home, he buries himself further in his career as a police officer. But when he meets Brad, all bets are off, and Colton begins to question what’s more important: a job, or the one you love?

Clouded by their pasts, will both men be able to see beyond those they lost in order to have a future together?

He was all man, his police uniform hugging all the right places of his delicious body. Across his chest, “James” was written in script. He grinned at me, his dazzlingly crooked smile spreading into his dimples. His dark features gave him a mysterious look. I was riveted, and clearly I’d been staring for longer than acceptable because he cleared his throat. I ducked my head and blushed, trying to find something to do to take the attention off my faux pas.

“Oh, here.” I shoved the clipboard at him and he signed his name and flashed me his ID, which read Colton James.

“Are you new?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m Brad. Just started today.”

Olivia smiled at us both.

“He’s so good, Uncle Colt. He used to be a surfer!” She animatedly talked about my surfing days and I smiled because Olivia wasn’t his kid. He was her uncle. Not that I minded kids, but in the back of my mind, knowing Olivia wasn’t his child, I figured I might stand a chance.

“Surfer, huh?” He gripped his belt and shifted it back to the center. My eyes automatically focused on his dick, because he adjusted his belt, which was near his dick, so… yeah. I couldn’t get a good visual with all the crap that was hanging from his belt. Dammit.

I glanced back up and Colton was grinning at me, catching me yet again mesmerized by his body.

“Well, I have to get Olivia home before my sister has my head.”

I nodded, afraid my words would betray me if I opened my mouth.

“Uncle Colt.” Olivia tugged on his hand. For five, she was a good swimmer. Long arms and legs, a perfect swimmer’s body. She was fearless in the water and reminded me a lot of Taylor. “Brad likes boys too.” She clearly meant it to be a whisper, moving closer to Colton, but I heard it.

I nearly choked. Colton shook his head and shrugged.

“Kids, huh?” was all he said. My initial reaction was to be embarrassed for him, but he didn’t seem fazed in the least. He seemed like a man who didn’t let much bother him, his stern face and uniform just adding to my theory.

“Yeah. Kids,” I agreed, shoving the clipboard underneath my arm.

“See you around, Brad.” He tilted his chin at me—his magnificent, chiseled, clean-shaven chin—as he walked away, hand in hand with his niece.

You can find Genevieve curled up reading paranormal romance and romantic thrillers, or frantically typing her stories on her laptop.

Psychology is her trade by day, teaching and molding the minds of college students. Her interest in psychology can be seen in her books, each including many psychological undertones. Although she loves teaching, her passion, her true love, lays in the stories that roam around her in head. Yes, they all come from her mind-the good, the bad, and the totally insane.

She lives in Massachusetts-no not Boston-with her husband, daughter, and American Eskimo dog. With each story she shares, she hopes her love for writing and storytelling seeps through, encompassing the reader and leaving them wanting more.